Evening Prayer to Mary by Père Claude Wittock
O Virgin, it is getting late, all is falling asleep on earth:
It is the hour of rest. Do not abandon me!
Place your hand on my eyes, like a sweet Mother,
Close them gently to the things of the world.
My soul is weary with thoughts and sorrows;
The work awaits me, close at hand.
Place your hand on my forehead, and take away all worries:
My rest will be sweet and blessed by you.
So that tomorrow, your humble child may wake up stronger,
And joyfully embrace the burden of the day.
Place your hand on my heart to keep its gaze on God,
And renew its eternal love.
